A.N

Disclaimer: I’ didn’t invent these characters. I’m not getting any money from this, and if I’ve left anything out here, just pretend I didn’t. I do own Trey (not the name but the character that belongs to this name.)

DISCLAIMER 2: I do not own or have anything to do with Frodo. It just happened that in this scenario Harry Potter read Lord of the Rings.

WARNING. Slash (rated T) DM/HP pairing HG/RW and GinnyW and Trey (who is a guy and might not even be mentioned)

Status: this might not be flash fiction it might…. I don’t know, but either way it’s shortish. I doubt there will be more than 5 – chapters.

Key

Harry’s thoughts – little voice inside there head / whatever I just put these in sometimes, just know they aren’t out loud

Draco’s thoughts – little voice inside their head / whatever I just put these in sometimes, just know they aren’t out loud – I don’t think I want to put Draco’s thought in

ME, Me, ME blah.

P.S Draco might be a tad OoC but I’m trying okay? Point out the problems but don’t flame. Unless you really think you must, or you’re extremely mean.

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Harry lay on his bunk, starring at the ceiling. Ron’s usual snoring didn’t reach his ears, but Harry knew why. Ron was out somewhere with his girlfriend Hermione. He barely saw either of them anymore… of course there was breakfast and dinner, and class, but it wasn’t the same. Now Harry was alone starring at the ceiling with an aching scar and no one to talk to. Of course there wasn’t anything to talk about his scar always ached nowadays. Maybe a walk and a bit of fresh, if cold, air would do him good.

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Hermione would scold him for coming out this late with no “protection," but then again Hermione was to ‘involved’ with Ron lately to notice her so called best-friend. But of course he had his wand and his invisibility cloak. Not even Ginny would care, because the-boy-who-lived- wasn’t so important when you had someone to snog. Harry sighed. He felt lost and totally dispensable. What would happen to him once Voldermort had been defeated? People would be thankful for a while, but then he would become like Frodo forgotten, depressed and single. He was already doing a good job at the depressive and he didn’t want to be single forever….

Harry felt lost, why had he come down, what was the point really? He was cold, and it wasn’t helping him. He was just turning to leave when he caught sight of familiar white-blond hair. “Draco what’s he doing here?” He wandered as he snuck closer, suspicious thoughts and curiosity getting the better of him.

Draco was simply crying, softly into the palms of his hands. “Why would Malfoy cry, what trouble could he possibly have?” Harry wandered pulling off his invisibility cloak and sitting next to Draco, who looked up, his lips curled in a slight snarl as he asked, “What do you want Potter?” his voice wasn’t teary he was his ever clam, pale self.

Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his messy black hair, “Fresh air and conversation. You?”

Draco returned his head momentarily to his hands before saying, in a slightly less level voice, “I want to die.”

Taken aback Harry jolted his head, and quickly asked, “What, why?”

Draco rolled his eyes, “You couldn’t understand.” He seemed to want to say more, but stopped himself. “Probably just the Malfoy instinct taking over again. I don’t know this Malfoy” Harry thought but said, “Try me.”

Draco narrowed his eyes, “Okay but” he sighed as if attempting so sort of defeat, “let’s go inside.”

“And get something hot to drink” Harry added.

“We’ll get caught.” Draco uttered evenly, although he still hadn’t recovered the heir he usually held.

“Not with this baby.” Harry smirked, picking up the Invisibility cloak. “I shouldn’t have shown him that”

Draco Smirked.

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“So this is how you sneak around?” Draco asked as they walked slowly trying to keep the cloak over both of their ankles. “Yip” Harry said as be turned slightly brushing against Draco. Draco blushed, but new his secret was kept by his face although he still mentally kicked himself. He stopped dead, Harry spun around, still under the invisibility cloak, unlike Malfoy. “I can’t talk to you Harry. Sorry.” “I may hate what I am and how I am, but that doesn’t change who I am.”

“What? Look Malfoy…” Harry said bewildered, “He called me Harry, what he is playing at…one minute we’re enemies next we’re talking and now…I have enough enemies.” “If this is because I’m in Gryffindor…” he hesitated seeing that currently emotionless face, “I have enough enemies, why are you one too?” just as he said it the gruff voice Flitch said “who’s dere?” Harry automatically, grabbed Draco’s arm and pulled him under the cloak. “Ou-” his cry was muffled by Harry’s hand. Harry watched Flitch anxiously as Malfoy dropped his head onto Harry’s shoulder. “What’s with Malfoy? Is he drunk or something? Thank goodness he isn’t crying again”.

Flitch limped passed, and Harry breathed out. “I don’t have any friends, I don’t want enemies.” Draco mumbled into Harry’s shoulder sending shivers up this spine. “Me too.” He whispered, “But you’re Draco Malfoy… the evil creep who teases my friends and supports Voldermort! Your dad is a death eater...”

Harry reassuringly patted Malfoy on the back. Draco pulled away and looked down. “It’s late maybe we should head back to our dorms.” Harry offered he was tired and confused. He did feel like himself… he was just to tired.

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Draco lay on his bed, staring at the bulge of the bed above him. He felt sick to the stomach, and he had a head-ache from crying. He slightly cursed himself for actually crying; cursed himself for the tears that still formed in his eyes when he thought of the past week at Hogwarts. The holidays had only just been bearable, with his father running away, actually running away like a coward, from the ministry. His mom, she at least acted like a Malfoy, with a bit of dignity, she didn’t give away a thing. She when with the ministry for questioning and is now under house arrest. Unable to send owls to anyone, and he wasn’t stupid enough to send her any. But then there was Pansy and the rumors. “Why I let her sleep with me in the first place is beyond me… she isn’t even that attractive, and I am” but even Draco couldn’t deny that he had let her very close to him, he told her how he really felt when his mask was firmly in place and she betrayed him. She bad mouthed his father… and started rumors about him. “Unforgivable” he scold he would have given her what she really disserved if she wasn’t being very, very friendly with crab (the smarter of the ex-goons). But then there was Harry. His lips bent upwards in something other than a smirk, but it realized this and morphed into one quickly. “Harry potter…” he mused, “who thought I, of all people, would cry on his shoulder? The-boy-who-lived … the-boy-who-choose-a-mudblood-over-Draco-Malfoy. But then again who would think that I would cry on anyone’s shoulder… Malfoys don’t cry” He sighed. “But why shouldn’t we be friends?” he asked himself.

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Harry’s eyes opened. They where greeted by the dull ceiling like usual. He quickly got out of bed. A few minutes later he met Hermione in the common room.

“Where were you last night?” She demanded quickly, her hands firmly on her hips, “So she does care? Humph”

“I went for a walk.” Harry responded indignantly.

“On your own?” Ginny asked suspiciously.

“Well, no I wasn’t with Ron or Trey if that’s what you’re asking.” His voice was venomous, “some people don’t trade there friends just to gobswap.”

“Is that really how you feel Harry” Hermione asked just as Ginny asked, “So who were you with?”

“Draco.”

“Malfoy? Are in insane? Have you gone bonkers?” the girls demanded.

“No, I’m hungry so I’m going to breakfast.”

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Harry couldn’t help it, he glanced over at the Slytherin table, at Draco at his normal place, less smug than usual, but he was still there among the silver and green. White-blond hair neat and so defiantly styled. Draco’s blue eyes met the emerald gaze; a smirk appeared on his thin pinkish lips. But before Harry even realized what he was thinking Dumbledore was clearing his throat. The hall went silent. “This Saturday the Muggle studies will be hosting a Muggle sports day; there will posters up in the common rooms and the library.”

“In the middle of winter?” Ron chuckled

“I wander if they’ll use a spell for that? I’ve read all about them-” Hermione mused out loud

While across the hall Malfoy sneered at his breakfast, “Muggle sport! What next?”

A.N- Please Review. Any ideas please this is my first fanfiction.